Three Years Too Early...: Paper

Tom took the note from Emma and placed it down over the image that he had drawn. And then he began to read:

So you’ve given up on Humanity

Fair enough, I have to.

But currently we are all still alive;

And we don’t want to be running forever.

I would like to be able to be normal

But I’m not

Neither are you.

So stop feeling sorry for yourself

And do what we both know you do best.

Protect those that you care for.

And don’t forget your past.

That is what will get you. Every time.

The past never stays in the past.

We both know that.

And they are still missing.

And we are still vulnerable.

So is she.

Oh Emma, so subtle. So obvious. Tom thought to himself. As he began letting small bits of his past flow back in while fighting back tears. I’ve finally found her and I’m letting her look like and idiot by ignoring her. He thought further, trying to envision where he lost his faith in humanity. Why he lost his faith in the race that had created his powers, and thus, in a way, him.

It was then that his first vision in two years hit him, albeit, a lot lighter than they used to. Suddenly he realised that his past didn’t stay buried like he had hoped. He opened his tray as Naomi and his teacher continued arguing and removed his phone and clicked the connect button that linked the phone to his AI, Bobby.

            “Anything?” he whispered.

            “You mean other than Naomi levelling Tesco and the front half of Kingsteignton?” Bobby asked.

            “Really!” Tom asked, still maintaining his quiet voice.

            “We both know that there is only one person she would use that much force for,” Bobby warned.

            “Which is why she is here,” Tom nodded in understanding. “This will not be fun…”